Road Tripped (Satan's Devils MC Utah #1) - Manda Mellett Page 0,66
allowed me to tag along to rescue the girl. You’ve captured my interest, I’ll say that, but I still don’t know why you say you’re Satan’s Devils, yet are unlike any other chapter we have. You wear cuts, ride motorcycles, but that’s where the resemblance ends. And I still want to know why you’re sitting in that chair. Snatcher ran the show down in California, and I had no problem answering to him. So I have to wonder, what do you bring to the table?”
My cheeks hollow as I suck in a sharp breath. Road’s got balls to put it so frankly. I notice even Stormy’s raised an eyebrow as though he’s impressed. Glancing the other way, I wonder how Prez is going to take the challenge.
“Yeah.” Prez presses his lips together, then smooths his hands over his shortly shorn hair. “I can see why you’re wondering. I promised you information, Road. The opportunity came up for you to see us in action. A physical demonstration is often better than words.”
“Words is what I’m after.” Road puts his fingertips against the edge of the table and taps them. “Going to California raised more questions than gave me answers. Look, I don’t know what’s going on. You’re asking me to transfer into something I know nothing about, and,” he raises his chin toward Stormy, “your brother there has a good point. I don’t know what I can offer that no one else has got. I can’t fly a plane like Preacher, and I can’t squeeze information out of a computer beyond asking Google what I want.” He now nods toward Duty. “As for Swift?” He turns and offers me a grin, “Well, I’m not just not in her league, I’m not even on the same planet.”
He’s so wrong. I want to tell him not to put himself down. I want him to see that although we’d have rescued the girl anyway, his quick thinking, his putting himself through pain just to move the mission along, had her home and back with her parents probably a day sooner than we would have done. With those three men, another twenty-four hours was a fucking long time.
But I say none of that. I sit stoic and quiet. Road’s nothing to me, so why should I feel this need to console him, to make him see he has something to contribute if he decides to stay?
Because if I keep my mouth shut, he’ll leave.
Which would definitely be for the best. Then I won’t think about him every minute of the day or wonder just what he can do with the morning wood I’d seen earlier.
Road’s not transferred yet. He’s not one of my brothers. Maybe I wouldn’t be breaking my rules if I jumped in the sack with him. Perhaps putting him through his paces for a couple of hours would get rid of this inconvenient urge. It’s possible he wouldn’t even take that long, and he’d be a disappointment.
But he might have hidden talents, and that would compound my mistake.
What the fuck’s wrong with me? I never look at other brothers this way. What is it about Road that makes me feel feminine? I could break him in two with one hand tied behind my back.
I don’t understand why he affects me. I almost hate him for making me feel things I shouldn’t.
I watch him out of the corner of my eye. He’s still looking around him, as if analysing what everyone can offer which he can’t. After a moment, he shrugs, looks straight at Prez and asks, “So yeah, I’ve got questions. Are you going to answer them?”
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Road…
I want to laugh. It’s so blatantly obvious I have no place here. No one had leapt to my defence telling me I was wrong when I told them I had nothing to offer. Swift had just sat silent beside me, no word of support or comment about how well I’d done.
Though Snatcher had defended me earlier, he doesn’t remind them now, and in the scheme of things the ability for me to easily dislocate my knee isn’t a particularly useful talent, just one which had worked yesterday. Its ability to normally pop out when I least want it to is normally decidedly inconvenient.
If I press Pip for answers and hear him say there’s no place for a grunt like me here, maybe I could be on my bike and headed home later today.
Carefully though, extremely carefully, I’m not ignoring the threats.